Elon stared at Ava with obvious admiration, his eyes tracking every movement she made. She looked at him with mild curiosity, waiting for his response.
"Do you know about me?"
Elon hesitated for a moment, clearing his throat carefully before answering. "Ah... yes, I do. Who doesn't? You've aced that difficult department despite not getting support from your main family. Working as a knight in that pathetic family must have hurt your pride considerably."
Ava remembered her time in the Midgard estate vividly—it was decent, not too shabby in terms of accommodations, but all in all she had been pretty much sold there like a commodity to be used. Hence she would hit Cale sometimes to exert her anger and frustration at her situation, taking out her resentment on the only available target. Though it all changed since she last slept with him, everything shifted in her perspective and understanding.
